Thank you for this. I’ve been struggling with these kinds of thoughts this week, for a lot of the same reasons. Dealing with mental illness is like working out wearing a weighted vest, all day, every day. Sometimes I just want to put everything down. Talking about it, even to close friends, is difficult. I have a horror of being a burden, or self-pitying, or melodramatic, so usually I’m “fine”. But sometimes I do talk about it because I know it’s important, not just to me but to everyone. You never know who you is going to feel less alone, because you spoke.
I think your reasons are good ones. Mine are the same; I have children and grandchildren who would care if I was gone, and yes…maybe, someday, things will get better. I hope for that, too.
